[Lyric] Letter From a Gangsta (Toohda Band$)

[Intro]
Letter to the streets
We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain’t into squashin' beef
Yeah
Funk or Die (Dukes, you did it right)
Uh

[Chorus]
This a letter from a gangster, letter to the streets
We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain’t into squashin' beef
Ain't no way I leave the hood, I lost my nigga to the streets
I still feel they soul, all them vivid memories
I'ma put you in some diamonds 'fore I put you on a tee
If I would've lost my cousin, I would've hit 'em all week
Fuck it, all year
When I think ’bout Reginae, I slide every time I shed a tеar

[Verse]
I can hear the reapеr talkin’, Allah, get him out my ear
I done almost lost my life, so tell me how I'm ’posed to fear
I done took so many losses, I been lookin' in my rear
My brother had a baby, pops won't see him for some years
Bitch, I'm tryna catch a body, I done ran out of tears
All the pain that I took, I’m lookin' like a chandelier
Boy, that love fake, you catch a case, they disappear
You better watch your main homie, slash your neck from ear to ear
And nigga, this for real
I done had some nights up in that field
I done heard a nigga cry from gettin' sentenced twenty years
Went from sleepin' on the floor, now I got diamonds on my wrist
Ho said I wouldn't shine and now I'm ballin' on that bitch
[Chorus]
This a letter from a gangster, letter to the streets
We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain't into squashin' beef
Ain't no way I leave the hood, I lost my nigga to the streets
I still feel they soul, all them vivid memories
I'ma put you in some diamonds 'fore I put you on a tee
If I would've lost my cousin, I would've hit 'em all week
Fuck it, all year
When I think 'bout Reginae, I slide every time I shed a tear